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How to say this nicely?
Aug. 22nd, 2004 10:46 pmAttention the (sorry, largely female) angsters (no, no-one on journal but I need to rant and this outlet's the polite way to put it).
I am not an agony uncle. I am definitely not an agony aunt. The many many terrible tragic things that happen in your life are, in addition to being not nearly so tragic as you think they are, matters of supreme indifference to me. In fact, I am homosexual which does NOT mean I am the super-sensitive-understanding-guy or super-cpuncillor-shoulder-to-cry-on-guy or even safe-guy-you-can-tell-all-your-extremely-boring-secrets-to.
No, it means I am guy who has lost the one male incentive to actually put up with listening to this whining, let alone make sensitive comments about it.
In related matter, I'm going to go through my fic and kill any mention of love at first sight I may have ever implied, or even love at first fuck, or love at first anything.
Because 9/10 of these angsters are all people who have maybe smiled at someone across a crowded room, maybe touched once, even kissed! Then declared they have a wonderful soul mate forever. Then collapse into a pathetic ball of angst because the guy's run so fast the sonic boom's still echoing in their ears!
Gods, if it were me I'd be throwing a restraining order at you so hard it'd bounce!
And if I hear one more, ONE MORE, person declaring they have nothing to live for at the age of 14-17 living in a wealthy western nation without actually having a medical complaint like clinical depression; then I'm going to hunt them down and ease them into the next life when they might appreciate what a wonderful thing they have!
*growls and stomps*
I am not an agony uncle. I am definitely not an agony aunt. The many many terrible tragic things that happen in your life are, in addition to being not nearly so tragic as you think they are, matters of supreme indifference to me. In fact, I am homosexual which does NOT mean I am the super-sensitive-understanding-guy or super-cpuncillor-shoulder-to-cry-on-guy or even safe-guy-you-can-tell-all-your-extremely-boring-secrets-to.
No, it means I am guy who has lost the one male incentive to actually put up with listening to this whining, let alone make sensitive comments about it.
In related matter, I'm going to go through my fic and kill any mention of love at first sight I may have ever implied, or even love at first fuck, or love at first anything.
Because 9/10 of these angsters are all people who have maybe smiled at someone across a crowded room, maybe touched once, even kissed! Then declared they have a wonderful soul mate forever. Then collapse into a pathetic ball of angst because the guy's run so fast the sonic boom's still echoing in their ears!
Gods, if it were me I'd be throwing a restraining order at you so hard it'd bounce!
And if I hear one more, ONE MORE, person declaring they have nothing to live for at the age of 14-17 living in a wealthy western nation without actually having a medical complaint like clinical depression; then I'm going to hunt them down and ease them into the next life when they might appreciate what a wonderful thing they have!
*growls and stomps*